Denis slowed his
pace when he saw
the twenty something man leaning on the wall by the door to his place.
He was
dressed in a freshly pressed business suit, his face was clean shaven
with a
light tan, his auburn hair was perfectly styled, and while he couldn’t
see his
hands, he was willing to bet they were manicured. The man straightened
up when
he saw Denis, even pulling down his jacket to remove the wrinkles.

Denis smelled the
air, checking the
scents, most where those if his neighbors, with a few scents he wasn’t
familiar
with. No scents jumped at him as being associated with Clyde,
so he relaxed; a little.

As he got closer
the man extended
his hand, “Mister Hickory sent me.”

Denis looked at
the hand, he’d been
right, before taking it. Now that he was close enough he could pickup
multiple
smells from the man. He was wearing cologne, he couldn’t place it, but
it
smelled expensive, under it was the sent of the soap used to clean his
clothed
with leather mixed in, probably from the car seat. Permeating all of
them was
another mix of smells, plastic, paper, ink, carpets; they brought back
the memory
of his cubicle and if under that he could just notice George’s
aftershave.

Denis didn’t take
the hand, taking
his keys out of his pocket instead. “How do you know you have the right
person?”

“Mister Hickory
gave me a very good
description of who I was meeting,” the man said.

Denis looked at
him as the door
unlocked, was there a hint of excitement coming from the young man? He
opened
the door and gestured for him to enter and he closed it once he had
followed
him in. Kyle’s scent was a few hours old, so he they had the place to
themselves.

George’s envoy
was looking around
the living rood and dinning area, while Denis hung his jacket on a peg,
he
seemed a little disappointed by it.

“Why did George
send you here?”
Denis asked studying the man again. The young mans head snapped to him
in
surprise at the name and his eyes went wide. Denis got the impression
he had
just gone up to the top of a list by using George’s first name.

Mis. . . Mister
Hickory asked me to
deliver this,” he took a white envelope out from a pocket inside his
jacket and
handed it to him.

The envelope was
thick and heavy
when Denis took it so it wasn’t a request for a meeting. He found that
he had
mixed feelings about that. He turned it over, there was nothing writing
on it,
no marks to give an indication of what might be inside. He placed it on
the
table by the door and looked at the young man; he still smelled
excited. Was he
excited at the cloak and dagger he was participating in, or at being
here, with
him? Denis decided to see if he could find out.

“So, why did
George send you?”
Denis asked as he stepped toward him, “are you his usual errand boy?”

“No, it’s the
first time he asked
me to do this.”

“Why you then?”
Denis asked as he
did a slow circuit around his guest, keeping his face neutral but
making no
secret of the fact that he was evaluating him. “Why specifically you?”

“I don’t know,”
the young man
answered stuttering, the situation was making him obviously nervous.

“Did George tell
you anything about
me?” Denis started another circuit as the man shook his head. While
behind him
Denis leaned in close to his ear, taking a deep breath. As nervous as
the man
was, his scent was saying that he was getting turned on by this. Denis
lowered
his voice to a whisper, “are you sure he didn’t say something like you
should
do what ever I tell you?”

“No,” the man
said weakly and then
swallowed hard.

“That’s too bad,”
Denis replied in
a disappointed tone as he walked to the kitchen table.

“But,” the man
said almost as soon
as the words were out of Denis’ mouth. Denis turned slowly and leaned
against
the table.

He looked him
over, making him
squirm slightly. He wondered if George had sent him as some sort of
peace
offering. Could it really be just coincidences that a young man chosen
at
random would be gay and get excited at the being with an unknown man?
“What’s
your name?”

“Anthon . . .
ny,” he answered,
stumbling over his own name in his nervousness.

Denis considered
their situation
for a moment. Anthony wasn’t one of his friends, or clients, he should
probably
end this right now, but he was obviously willing to be here, he
couldn’t’ smell
any fear coming from the young man. He was nervous and slightly
worried, but
not afraid, quite the contrary.

“I’m not sure
you’re really an
Anthony,” Denis said, having decided to continue. He crossed his arms
over his
chest. “Take off your jacket; just put
it over the back of the couch.” Anthony had a moment of hesitation as
he looked
in his direction, but didn’t protest. With the jacket removed Denis
could see
hints of muscles under the shirt. “Take the shirt off too.”

Again he
hesitated, but then he was
shirtless. There’s was a hint of shyness, but no shame at being told to
expose
himself.

“No, you’re
definitely more of an
Anton rather than Anthony.” Denis stated. He signed that Anton should
turn
around and he complied. “Very nice,” he didn’t have to exaggerate much;
his
body was definitely well formed. It was hairless so he could easily see
the
muscles move under the skin. “You exercise regularly?”

“Yes, I do.”
Anton said with pride
and then stuttered a little when Denis raised an eyebrow questioningly.
He
looked around as if what he was searching for was in the room and then
looked
at Denis again, “Sir?” he tried tentatively and smiled when Denis
nodded. “Yes
sir, I do.” He said with gusto.

Denis had to work
at not smiling,
or even laughing. “Flex your muscles,” he told him.

The young man
looked at him,
momentarily at a loss as to what to do, and then tensed his chest and
arms,
curling them on each side of his body. He was doing it wrong, probably
only
imitating what he’s seen someone do at his gym. Denis had become
familiar with
body building poses from one of his clients whose thing was to have his
muscles
worshipped.

“Very nice
indeed,” Denis said; it
didn’t matter that he’d done it wrong. The game was that he’d done as
he’d been
told. “I want you to continue to exercise like you’re doing. It would
be a
shame to have a body like yours go to flab.”

“Yes sir.” Anton
had no problem
agreeing.

Denis motioned
him closer and
lifted his arms to his side as he approached. “Take off my shirt,” he
told him.

The young man
unbuttoned his shirt
with trembling hands. Denis moved his arms as needed to help him and
then had
him place it on the back of a chair. Anton smelled heavily of
excitement now.

Denis’ chest was
hairy, and his
muscles weren’t as defined as Anton, but that didn’t seem to matter to
him.
“Like what you see?” Denis asked, to which Anton could only nod. “You
can touch
it if you want.”

Anton looked at
him for a moment as
if he wasn’t sure he was serious. When Denis nodded he placed a hand on
his
chest and then ran it through the body hair. His other hand joined it
and he
was rubbing them up and down. The next thing he did was to press his
chest
against Denis’ and rub them together.

Denis leaned in
and whispered, “do
you want this to go further?” He could smell how excited Anton was by
the
scenario they were playing, but Denis had used that against too many
men in the
past to let himself continue without the young man’s approval. When he
pulled
back Anton’s eyes were full of hope.

Denis nodded and
pushed him away
gently. “Take off your pants,” he told him, “slowly,” he added when
Anton
whipped off his belt.

The man took a
breath to calm
himself and went back to undoing them, and then taking them off. He was
wearing
red bikini briefs under them. He folded the pants and put them on top
of his
jacket and shirt.

Denis smiled and
admired how the
briefs hugged Anton’s balls and hard cock, an inch of it poking out the
top. He
stepped away from the table and didn’t have to tell him what to do.
Anton was
on his knees in front of him and started undoing his pants. Denis
watched him
work, waiting for his reaction when he pulled them down; he wasn’t
wearing any
underwear.

Anton stopped
pulling them down
when the base of Denis’ shaft became visible, only then realizing what
was
missing. He started panting and he went back to pulling them down and
gasped
when the cock came free from the pant leg and jumped, almost slapping
him. He
paused, mouth open, staring at it.

“Close your mouth
and finish
undressing me,” Denis told him, “you’re not doing anything with it
before
that.” Anton pushed them down and Denis stepped out of them.

Denis had Anton
stand and he moved
against him, their cocks pressing against each other; Anton’s slightly
longer.
Denis put his hands on the young man’s ass, squeezing it slightly,
before
slipping them under the briefs. “These are cute,” he told him softly,
“but if I
ever see you wearing underwear again I’m going to just rip them off
your back,
is that understood?” Anton nodded. “Good, now take them off.”

The man did as he
was told, but
Denis didn’t let him move away to do so. As they went down their cocks
came in
direct contact and Anton moaned. Denis ground himself against the
younger man,
massaging his ass.

When Denis pushed
him away a little
Anton was panting heavily, a look of pure bliss on his face. He waited
a moment
to let him catch his breath and then pushed him down to his knees. “I’m
naked
now, so you do what you looked like you wanted to earlier.”

Anton looked at
Denis’ cock again,
before caressing it with a hand. It then wrapped itself around it and
pulled it
down until it was even with his mouth. He put his lips around it and
suckled it
for a while.

Denis moaned and
ran a hand through
Anton’s hair. “That’s good,” he said with a sigh, “take more of it in.”
Anton did
as he was told and then tried to take all of it in, but he started
gagging. He
looked up at Denis with worry, but Denis smiled at him. “It’s ok: you
did the
best you could.” Comforted Anton went back to sucking him off

Soon Denis was
rubbing both his
hands in the man’s hair and then he was holding it still as he slowly
thrust in
his mouth. Anton didn’t offer any protests; he placed his hands on
Denis’ ass
and massaged them as the cock moved in and out of his mouth. Denis was
impressed that the young man hadn’t reached down to take care of his
own erection.

Denis picked up
the pace, pushing
in only deep enough as he now knew Anton to be able to take it. He
groaned as
he felt his orgasm. “Get ready, I’m about to cum,” he told the young
man, “make
sure you don’t loose any of it.” And as soon as the words left his
mouth and
stopped moving and Anton tightened his lips around his cock just as
started it
jumping, firing jets of cum.

Denis held them
both still past the
moment he finished emptying himself. Panting he looked down in Anton’s
eyes.
“Swallow,” he told him.

For the first
time since they had
started this he felt the young man tense and his eyes showed genuine
worry.
Denis waited a moment to see what he would do, after a few moments
without
anything happening he was about to tell him he didn’t have to, but
before he
opened his mouth he felt him swallow around his cock.

Denis felt a
twinge of guilt as he
wondered if he’d pushed him past his comfort point, but he didn’t break
character. He pulled him up. “That’s a good boy,” he told him, “that’s
a very
good boy.” He licked his lips and then kissed him passionately. Anton
moaned
and Denis had to hold him up as his knees buckled.

When the man was
able to stand on
his own again Denis took a step back and nodded between them. “Do you
think you
can take it?” he asked him. Anton looked in amazement at Denis’ still
hard cock
and then back up with a determined look on his face. “I want the
truth,” he
stated before the young man said anything.

His resolve broke
a little and he
looked down again. Denis wasn’t all that large, but he didn’t know what
Anton
was used to, if anything at all. “Yes, I can.” Anton said finally as he
wrapped
his hand around it and stroked it a little.

Denis moved him
to the couch and
had him kneel on it, his hands on the arms rest. He took a bottle of
lube out
of the side table and applied a liberal amount on his fingers. He
spread the
lube on the ring before pressing in slightly. Anton let his approval of
the
move known with a loud moan. Denis smiled and pressed deeper. He didn’t
encounter much resistance before he had his index finger all the way in.

He moved it in
and out a few times,
to Anton’s loud delight, before inserting a second finger. That made
the man
wince a little, but the moaning continued, so Denis fingered him for a
while,
stroking him with his free hand at the same time. He did that until
Anton
almost came, at which point Denis stopped the stimulation completely.

“You’re not
cumming yet,” he told
him as he rested. Anton moaned as Denis removed his fingers and then
went back
to panting, his head hanging down. Denis slathered lube over his cock
and
climbed behind him on the couch positioning himself. “Are you ready?”

Anton looked over
his shoulder and
nodded; he had a goofy smile on his face and his eyes were slightly
vacant.

Denis moved
slowly, first rubbing
the head of his cock against the man’s opening, and then lightly
pressing until
it started giving. Anton let out a deep moan as Denis entered him.
Denis paused
after the head was fully in even if Anton didn’t give any indication
he’d felt
pain. He then pushed in until he was fully inside the young man.

He didn’t wait
there long; he
started thrusting at a relaxed speed taking long slow strokes, sighing
and
moaning. He continued like that for a few minutes and then pushed
himself back
in completely. He wrapped an arm around Anton’s stomach and told him to
hold
on. Denis lifted him and then the both fell backwards on the couch.

Anton had a groan
of pain/pleasure
as the impact pushed Denis’ cock even deeper and then he was panting.
Denis
anchored his feet against the arm rest and started thrusting again,
holding the
man in position with his arm while his lube covered hand stroked his
cock
tenderly.

They were still
like that ten
minutes later when a key turned in the door, and it opened. Anton froze
on top
of Denis, but he simply spoke quietly to him, telling him everything
was
alright as he continued to fuck him. The young man still looked at Kyle
with
worry as he walked in.

Kyle smiled as he
looked at them;
from where he was he had a perfect view of Denis’ cock entering the
man’s ass.

“Hi Kyle,” Denis
said still
thrusting, “this is Anton.”

Kyle walked next
to the couch and
leaned on the back, “Hi Anton.”

“Anton, this is
Kyle, say hello to
him.”

It took Anton a
moment to respond,
his worry and the sexual stimulation distracting him greatly, “Hello,”
he
eventually managed to say in a timid voice.

“Good boy,” Denis
said, “If you’re
really good, I might let him fuck you once I’m done. He’s much bigger
than I
am.”

Anton looked at
Kyle with eyes wide
and moaned with desire.

Kyle chuckled and
rolled his eyes.
“Maybe another time, I’m grabbing a shower and heading to bed, I’ve
been done
too much today.”

Denis returned
the chuckle, as Kyle
walked deeper in their home. He focused again on fucking the man on top
of him,
moving his feet higher so he could thrust deeper.

With the cock
penetrating him and
the hand stroking him Anton didn’t last much longer once Kyle was gone.
Denis
held him down as he trashed, and fucked him faster and harder, hurrying
his
orgasm along. Just as Anton calmed down Denis tensed up and a groan
through
clenched teeth and exploded inside the young man.

They stayed like
that for a few
minutes as Denis’ heart and breathing slowed, then he moved enough to
let Anton
move off of him. He took a towel out of a drawer on the coffee table
and handed
it to the young man so he could clean up.

“You can get
dressed once you’re
done,” he told him as he stood and headed to the kitchen. He poured
himself a
tall glass of water and slowly emptied it. He then filled another one
and
handed it to Anton, who had his pants up by that point.

“Will I see you
again?” the young
man asked after taking a swallow.

“Do you want to?”
Denis asked.

“Yes sir,” he
answered without
hesitating.

Denis handed him
a piece of paper
and a pencil, “then write down your cell number, and when I want to see
you
I’ll give you a call.”

Once Anton gave
him back the paper
Denis went to his jacket, to put it with his wallet so he’d remember to
add it
to his address book. Looking down he was reminded of the envelope Anton
had
given him. He opened it and unfolded its content. His breath caught as
he
looked at them. Considering how he’d left George he hadn’t expected him
to come
through for him.

“Anton,” he said
looking at him,
“When you see George, tell him Denis says thank you.”